Relics of a Bird's Past
Senior Year Integrative Project
Senior Year Integrative Project
I have this space inside my head.
I see it every night while lying in bed. I am walking through an older house. The furniture is minimal and the walls shaded gray. There is no one home, but there is the feeling of a recent inhabitant. As I continue throughout the house I realize that inhabitant, so mysterious and solemn, is me.
Although this is a home I have never lived in, the remnants of my past and current life surface throughout the house in various nest forms. Some are in the cupboard, in the fridge, some on the mantel, the closet, the shower, or hidden underneath my bed. These nests are built from the tangible items pertaining to my life, providing an overwhelming realness to my experiences.
This home, this giant nest made for man, is using my history to provide a home for another species.
I see it every night while lying in bed. I am walking through an older house. The furniture is minimal and the walls shaded gray. There is no one home, but there is the feeling of a recent inhabitant. As I continue throughout the house I realize that inhabitant, so mysterious and solemn, is me.
Although this is a home I have never lived in, the remnants of my past and current life surface throughout the house in various nest forms. Some are in the cupboard, in the fridge, some on the mantel, the closet, the shower, or hidden underneath my bed. These nests are built from the tangible items pertaining to my life, providing an overwhelming realness to my experiences.
This home, this giant nest made for man, is using my history to provide a home for another species.
